I’m the stand-in for A-list actress Ai Ruoyan.

Both in front of the camera and in love.

My boyfriend dotes on her like a treasure, often reminding me sharply: "Being able to look like her is a blessing you earned in your past life. Otherwise, I wouldn’t even glance at you."

"Don’t try to replace her—you’ll never measure up."

I don’t cry or make a fuss, just smile.

Because he’s a stand-in too.

……

"Since her debut, Ruoyan has built an image of purity and innocence—how could she take off her clothes in front of the camera!"

Ai Ruoyan’s agent Zhao Xiaoran argued fiercely, determined to defend the goddess’s flawless reputation in the eyes of the audience.

"Director Zhang, please! Let her stand-in Su Baiwei film the nude scenes—everyone in the industry already turns a blind eye to this."

Director Zhang Shu looked at me awkwardly.

But I knew he wasn’t hesitating out of concern for my feelings.

"The Wait for His Landing" was Zhang Shu’s passion project after years of hard work, and his ambition to win awards with it was obvious.

Unfortunately, the film’s sensitive and niche subject matter made many investors skeptical about its market prospects.

Everyone in the industry knew that Ai Ruoyan was the precious gem that Xingtai Media’s boss Zeng Xishou held so gently, fearing she might break.

As the biggest investor in "The Wait for His Landing," Zeng Xishou was willing to spend money only to pave Ai Ruoyan’s way onto the international film scene.

"Director Zhang, let Su Baiwei handle the sensitive scenes. Don’t wrong Ruoyan."

No one was surprised by Zeng Xishou’s sudden appearance on set—they were used to it.

Once he spoke, Zhang Shu had no choice but to agree.

A faint smile crossed Ai Ruoyan’s beautiful face as she nodded graciously at Zeng Xishou, her air of arrogance evident.

Zeng Xishou touched his nose as if hiding his infatuation, like a love-struck young man.

Witnessing their interaction, everyone present exchanged sympathetic glances with me.

My heart remained calm.

From a wealthy young lady with no worries about food or clothing to a struggling worker fleeing debt collectors with knives in the middle of the night after my family’s business collapsed—what humiliations hadn’t I endured?

Such trivial insults were beneath me.